too rich what to do

Chapter 217 Xidan Girl
Every time I was driven away, I moved to the next place, and then continued to start, and then I was driven away, and I changed places again.

This way of shooting and changing places is the result of compromises between urban management and street performers over the years.

After the band was driven away again, An Ran finally started to act.

After putting away the easel and other things, An Ran walked up.

"Hello!"

The three of them had just found a new place, and they hadn't put their things away yet, and now they saw someone saying hello, and it was a handsome boy.

They all froze for a moment, thinking it was a fan coming, so they nodded politely and said with a smile, "Hi, what's the matter?"

Yang Yixin looked at An Ran in front of him.

An Ran is also looking at Yang Yixin, her skin is not very good, a little dark, but she is young, healthy, with light makeup, sweat on her forehead, and her hair is a little messy when running back and forth.

An Ran watched carefully, not letting go of every detail, because this is a necessary step before painting,

Until Yang Yixin frowned, the two boys around him showed displeasure,

Only then did he smile slightly, looked at Yang Yixin and explained: "That's it, I want to draw a picture for you, and it won't disturb you, I wonder if it's okay?"

After all, he pointed to the tools for painting.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, but they quickly realized that the streets of the capital were never short of entertainers like them.

Some perform acrobatics, some sing, and of course some make a living by painting.

It's just that most of these painters rely on commissions for drawing for others, and it's really rare to draw for others on their own initiative.

"Of course!" Without waiting for the two boys to speak, Yang Yixin said: "It's all for the dream, so it's a pleasure to help each other!"

An Ran smiled slightly and thanked them without explaining anything. Instead, she helped the three of them put their things away as a thank you.

Then I found a place not too far away, a pony pier, a drawing board, three pencils, and an eraser.

Simple and crisp.

The main reason is that sketching does not require too complicated tools, unlike watercolors and oil paintings, which also need to mix colors by themselves. Most people may not be able to call out all the colors needed for a painting.

After Yang Yixin and the others started to perform, An Ran also started to draw here.

Still "Going Home With a Smile"

An Ran looked at Yang Yixin, Yang Yixin had a smile on his face, looking at it with ordinary eyes, it was not very beautiful,

But a strong, a yearning, a pursuit of dreams, just right to light up the beauty of this girl.

The beauty of the soul is also a kind of beauty!

The pencil in An Ran's hand began to slide, one line, one line began to intertwine.

From the eyes, to the face, to the smile on the corner of the mouth, the strength in the eyes, the longing.

The sweat sticking to the hair, the swaying youth, the pursuit of dreams.

Don't give up, don't regret, don't back down!

There were more and more people around, gradually more and more people began to stand behind An Ran.

I don't know who started it, a red envelope was thrown into the bag that An Ran used to put the drawing board.

And then there were more.

One yuan, fifty cents, and old people's heads are also available.

Some listened to songs, some watched An Ran's paintings, but intentionally or unintentionally, the rewards began to enter the bag in front of An Ran.

An Ran didn't care about it, but paid more attention to the painting in front of her and the change of Yang Yixin's expression.

After the song ended, a boy behind Yang Yixin couldn't help whispering: "Yixin, all the money went to him!"

Yang Yixin also saw the bag in front of An Ran, there were only a few red envelopes in it, and the amount inside could not be seen.

But they have been wandering the streets of the capital all year round, and they know more or less about this kind of red envelopes, which are generally not too small.

And there are bits and pieces of change in it, the old man's head, and it's almost piled up.

And the piano box in front of the three of them probably couldn't even match the change in front of An Ran.

Envy turned to envy, she turned her head and glared at the boy who spoke: "This proves that he has strength, and the city management didn't come. Now that there are more people, we will continue, and our income will not be too bad today!"

The boy opened his mouth, but he didn't refute. He just glanced enviously at the bag in front of An Ran.

A lot of small money!
It's a pity that it has nothing to do with me!
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"This teacher, your painting is really good, can you draw one for me, I will pay three hundred!"

Looking at the paintings on An Ran's drawing board, someone began to feel excited, wanting An Ran to help.

Although they are all passers-by, everyone has their own pursuit of beautiful things deep in their hearts.

It doesn't matter art, but the impact on the soul.

"Yes, buddy, help me and my girlfriend draw a picture, the price is up to you."

"It's so similar, teacher. I don't need you to draw it. I'll just sell this picture of yours. I'll pay you a thousand!"

"Go, go, go to the one thousand side, I will pay five thousand."

"I pay six thousand, teacher, please help me draw a sketch!"

There were more and more people, but An Ran just turned a deaf ear.

It's not surprising for others to see this. Artists, you shouldn't be a little bit tempered. If you care about you, you're not in a good mood. Are you still called an artist?

So some people put money away, and those who continued to want An Ran to paint, also offered what they thought was a suitable price, hoping to impress An Ran.

At this time, the price of the unfinished painting in An Ran's hand has already been fired up to [-].

The person who offered this price was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

However, the price did not last long before it was raised a few points again.

"Yixin, are you really just ignoring it like this? He is painting you, at least you have a share of the credit, right?" The boys around Yang Yixin said unwillingly when they heard the bidding.

"What does it have to do with me? Who does he paint? Concentrate on acting. Isn't our income because he has already made a lot more than usual?" Yang Yixin said to the boy while taking a breather.

She was right. Although she usually listens to songs a lot, she doesn't give many rewards.

Now because of An Ran, not only are there more people here than usual, but even the desire to tip is greater than usual.

At this time, the boy on the other side of Yang Yixin suddenly said: "Hey, have you noticed something? Normally, those security guards would come to drive us away within ten minutes at most, but now we have been singing for almost half an hour, and no one came .”

When he said this, the remaining two were stunned for a moment, and looked around subconsciously.

"Ghost knows, maybe I'm tired!" Another boy laughed.

"It doesn't matter, it's better not to come, so as not to change places and accumulate popularity, the opportunity is rare, so be serious!" Yang Yixin ended the conversation.

The two nodded, and they both understood that this was a matter related to the income of the three of them, or they should make a small amount of money first before talking about other things.
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"Excuse me, teacher, what's your name?"

On the other side, just as An Ran stopped painting, a voice sounded beside her.

An Ran didn't pay attention, but continued to watch Yang Yixin's performance, every movement and expression, and then aftertaste, ponder, and compare.

"This teacher, my name is Zhu Yunyan. Let me meet you. I am a collector. I want to buy this painting in your hand for collection."

Seeing that An Ran continued to ignore him, the person who spoke did not give up continuing.

There are many others like him around.

But he was lucky, as soon as he finished speaking, An Ran raised his head and looked at this person as if he had just heard it. He was three or forty years old, and he was the one who shouted 40 earlier.

"Do you want to buy paintings?" An Ran asked with a smile.

"Yes yes yes, this teacher, what's your name?" Seeing that An Ran finally paid attention to him, Zhu Yunyan said with a smile on his face.

Those who engage in art, if people ignore you, that is called the arrogance of an artist, and it is an honor to ignore you.

"My surname is An, you can call me An Ran!" An Ran said with a smile,

The title of teacher, in the capital, also means a respectful title for cultural people. It used to be called master, but later master became the title of taxi driver.

An Ran is still very clear about her strengths, so she just relies on the temporary skills given by the system to support her facade.

"Teacher An, look at this painting—" Zhu Yunyan pointed to the painting in front of An Ran with some embarrassment on his face, but said in a reserved tone: "See if you can sell it to me, the red envelope is easy to talk about."

(End of this chapter)